Page 33 of Win You Over

Remington

“ W hat do you have there, baby?” I ask Holden, as he walks out of the ensuite, his hand behind his back and a wicked grin on his face. He slides onto the bed, shimming his body over mine, a knee on each side of me, before bringing his hand in front of him, showing me the stolen jar of honey.

“Ah, and what are you going to do with that?” My cock thickens at the lustful look in his eyes, chewing on his bottom lip as he unscrews the cap.

Wordlessly, Holden tips the jar, letting the golden nectar seep out and dribble onto my chest. I watch, my lips parted, my heart beating wildly and my cock plumping up fully as he leans forward and licks the sweet treat from my chest.

“Fuck,” I groan, when his lips circle my nipple, sucking and licking before he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh, nibbling while I squirm beneath him. He sits up, shuffles himself backwards and drips the honey in a line down my chest until it’s pooling in my navel.

Then, like before, he moves forward and licks up every drop.

My hand finds his hair, tangling in the strands while he sucks and bites at my flesh.

With one hand on my waistband, and the other holding the jar of honey, Holden attempts to pull down my shorts, and I lift my hips and help him rid me of them.

With his eyes on me, Holden wraps a hand around the base of my shaft and then takes me into his mouth, licking around the head before delving deeper.

His movements are slow and torturous, like he’s savouring a treat he seldom gets, trying to make it stretch out and last. His lips on my cock is a delectable feeling, sticky and hot, and the perfect amount of friction and suction. But like with everything Holden, I want more. Always more.

“Just like that, yes. More,” I moan, canting my hips to push my cock deeper into Holden’s mouth. He flattens his tongue and runs it up my shaft, before sucking on the head, sending pleasure ricocheting to my balls.

Holden sits up. His face is wet and sticky, glistening with a mixture of spit and honey, and I immediately have this desire to add my cum to the mix on his beautiful face.

Holden dips his fingers into the honey jar and holds the golden liquid above my cock, letting it drip, before he changes position and laps the sticky treat off my skin.

“Hmmm,” he moans, taking me to the back of his throat, rotating his hand as he does. My eyes slam shut, my chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matches the bucking of my hips.

My orgasm is right there, bubbling to the surface, and the image of Holden, a mess with my cum, sits front and centre in my mind.

“Baby,” I mumble, his eyes meeting mine, the sight almost enough to hurtle me over the edge. “I want to come on your face.”

His eyes widen and my cock falls from his mouth as he sits up, slides to the floor and kneels.

I follow his silent command, rising to my feet and standing above him.

In this position, his face is level with my cock and he takes me back into his mouth, one hand around the base, the other squeezing my ass cheek and pulling me forward.

He sucks me deep and then shallow, fast and then slow, repeating his movements until I’m there again, balancing on the edge with my hands gripping his long hair.

Holden grazes his teeth over my shaft and I suck in a breath, tightening my grip, my hips jolting forward until I’m fucking his mouth. He’s moaning loudly, his grunts and groans filling the air along with the scent of our arousal and the sweet and bitter scent of honey and eucalyptus.

Holden uses his teeth again, then slides a hand up my tacky chest and pinches my nipple.

Pain, sharp and white hot, radiates through the sensitive bud as my body tenses and I yelp, pull out of his mouth and aim my cock at his face.

Holden closes his eyes as my orgasm hits me hard, cum erupting in strings that land across his lips and cheeks, then drip down his chin.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, falling down next to him before throwing my body over his and tackling him to the ground, his cock sitting hard between us.

Holden grunts, his eyes still closed as my tongue moves over his face, licking up the remnants of honey and cum.

“We need to get ready,” he says, his breath heavy, his lips seeking mine and his hips grinding against my thigh.

“We really do,” I reply breathlessly, resting our foreheads together.

After a much needed shower, in which I sucked every last drop of cum from my sexy companion, I throw on my sweats and head downstairs to check on my parents and sister, while Holden gets ready for the wedding.

There’s chaos in the entry hall as Nadine and her bridesmaids do the final touch ups to their makeup, and my mom tries to capture photos. The front door is open and I catch a glimpse of my dad talking to a man dressed in a baby blue suit, a white limo behind him.

Nadine looks incredible in a knee-length form fitting white dress, with a lace overlay that spreads down her arms. Her hair is up in a bun, decorated with tiny yellow daisy pins.

“Nadine,” I say, placing my arms on her shoulders and turning her towards me.

“You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” she replies, her eyes sparkling and her lips tipped in a glossy smile.

“Seriously, Gremlin, you clean up nice.” She laughs and punches me in the arm.

“You look glowing but typically, not ready,” she muses, taking in my partially dressed form.

I wave a hand behind me. “It’ll take me ten minutes to get ready.”

“If you don’t get sidetracked by that man of yours.” She rolls her eyes when I shrug. “Remington Curtis Langford, do not be late for my wedding.”

“I would never,” I say, pulling Nadine into a hug.

“I’m really proud of you,” I whisper in her ear. “And I love you very much.”

“I love you too, little brother.”

She pulls back and dabs under her eye with the tip of her finger.

“Don’t make me cry,” she says. “Go get ready.”

“Yes, boss.” After kissing her forehead, I turn around and hurry back up the stairs.

The sight that greets me sends my heart soaring, banging against the confines of my chest.

“You look…” I don’t know the word to describe how stunning Holden is.

He peers down, his hand running over the fabric of his mint green linen shirt.

“Is this okay?”

Closing the distance between us, I pull him against me.

“Fuck, baby. You look incredible.”

He’s dressed in white linen shorts, and his shirt is a button up, left open at the top, to give a glimpse of his fair skin beneath.

A small purple hickey is visible when he moves, and I preen a little at the reminder that I put it there.

His hair, which is usually an unruly mess, has been tied back into a bun, a few strands hanging loose around his face.

“Wow,” I say, looking into his dark brown eyes and bringing my hand to his chin, leaning in and whispering my lips over his.

“You’re perfect. I’m incredibly lucky that you’re my date today.”

His smile grows against my own.

“I have one issue, though.” I drop my hand to his neck, tracing a finger over the bruise.

“What?” he asks, his eyelashes fluttering.

“I am far too tempted to strip that shirt off of you right now and leave you more of these.”

His blush grows and I move my hand lower, slowly toying with a button.

Holden’s hands find my chest and he applies pressure, forcing me to take a step back.

“You’re dangerous, Remington Langford.”

“Funny,” I chuckle. “I was thinking the same thing about you, Holden Booker.”

“We’re both going to be in the doghouse if we’re late. So, I’m going to leave you and let you get dressed.” Holden takes a step away from me, heading to the bedroom door, and disappearing from my sight.

I make quick work of throwing on the white shorts, matching shirt, and pink tie that my sister chose for me, then run a comb through my hair, which is blonder after nearly two weeks in the sun.

My phone beeps from somewhere in the room, and when I finally find it down the side of the bed, I open the messaging app and scroll through the messages I’ve been neglecting.

I’ve been too locked in my Holden bubble to answer any of them, which, given how I’ve always craved the attention, isn’t like me at all.

But maybe it was never about everyone liking me. Maybe it was about finding that one person who liked me unconditionally.

Our group chat is full of summer photos, memes and jokes. A few people ask how the wedding plans are going, and there’s a photo of two girls I know who are also here on the island. There’s a separate thread of messages from Finn; the most recent one came in about an hour ago.

Finn: I hope the wedding goes well today. I’m excited to have you back soon, bro. No more of this Holden nonsense, okay? I get why you took him with you. I know Nadine would never let it go knowing you lied, but the jig is nearly up. Miss you, bro.

My stomach rolls. How do I explain to him that this ‘Holden nonsense’ is far more serious than he realises?

My fingers hover over the keyboard before I type out a short message.

Me: Thanks, Finn. I miss you too. See you soon.

Truth be told, I do miss him. This is the longest we’ve ever been apart, and there is an element of guilt that it’s my fault. But at the same time, I can’t regret it. Can’t regret these past few days with Holden.

My hope, however na?ve, is that when we get back, my friends will all see that I’m happy. That Holden makes me happy. And that will be enough. Finn loves me – the way a best friend does – he’ll want this for me.

I throw my phone on the bed, then finish getting ready before heading downstairs to where everyone is waiting.

Holden is standing side by side with my dad, both of them bent over my dad’s phone. I catch the tail end of the conversation when I sidle up to them.

“It’ll be delivered to the house next week. We can test it out if you’re free,” my dad says.

“What are you two up to?” I ask, wrapping my arms around Holden’s waist.

“I’ve ordered a new remote controlled car. There was an article about it in RC News Weekly rating it the number one model for beginners.”

“Dad,” I groan. “You’re so embarrassing.”

Holden slides his hand over mine, then clears his throat.

“I’m…” He pauses, and I know he’s trying to overcome the barriers that hold his words back, so I hold him tighter and give him the space he needs.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he finally says.

My dad pats him on the shoulder and then flicks me on the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Calling your old man embarrassing when you love racing cars with me. And see, your boyfriend is excited about it too, you little shit.”

Holden laughs. The sounds so fucking beautiful, I forget to breathe.

“Let’s go!” my mom yells, and we turn towards her. Like my sister, she looks stunning in a baby blue dress.

We all file outside, Nadine and my dad in the limo, with her bridesmaids and my mom, Holden and I in another smaller chauffeur-driven car. We sit side by side, his hand on my knee as we drive along the winding roads, headed to the hotel where my sister is about to marry the love of her life.